So if you’re a Writer–why aren’t you writing?

This is a question I have asked myself over and over– “if I am a writer, why am I not writing?” I AM writing, or thinking about writing, or reading some deathless passages penned during my starry-eyed youth.  Poetry, expounding on the various virtues and lack thereof possessed by certain passages of fancy…romantic interests with which my life had been wrecked by unrequited love, or … Continue reading So if you’re a Writer–why aren’t you writing?

The little red sweater…point of view

[DAY NINE, Writing 101 prompt.] The day was warm and sunny, although the occasional breeze made the elderly woman glad that she had worn a light sweater over her faded bluejeans and tee shirt.  She wore a straw sun hat, with a big sunflower design on it.   She often sat in the park on nice days, watching squirrels, or kids, or people strolling along or … Continue reading The little red sweater…point of view

I recognized the blue, blue eyes in a stranger

[Day 6, Characterization Exercise, WRITING 101.] Note: this person may be fictious. I was having some Mcnuggets and a chocolate shake, at a familiar fast-foods place where I had dined countless times before. It seemed odd that I had never before noticed the woman with the broom. Knocking over the shake was accidental, a careless flick of the hand. It made a “flup” sound as … Continue reading I recognized the blue, blue eyes in a stranger

Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.

[WRITING 101–DAY FOUR:  Something that I had once but lost.] We are back in the days of the sailing ships powered by great billowing canvas panels,  dependent on wind power. I am not sure of the year, or even the type of sailing vessel.  It may have been a great Clipper Ship, or a fast-treacherous slaver, or a grand warship complete with cannons.  Maybe it was … Continue reading Not lost, not forgotten…just on another page.